I texted My Bride about my delivery.
My Bride and I seem to have switched depression positions. THAT is consistent with what our marriage therapist, Brooke, had said.
“When one of you is up the other is down and vice-versa. It’s how we keep each other balanced.”
For months years My Bride has had to force herself to be up. She would say that she has to force herself to keep from getting depressed. I have to be strong and stay positive for you.
The last time I exploded, 3 weeks ago tomorrow, she finally gave up and fell into depression. None of us can fight it that long. As we lay next to one another in bed she was crying. Hard. She spoke about what a difficult time she was having. She told me she was going down fast.
I didn’t put it all together until this morning.
When I gave her the report of my deliverance, she finally gave off that last sign that says, “I’m in depression” and even while I was soaring to victory, she was sliding down into the depths.
All the warning signs have been there. I was too blind with my own problems to see she was crying out for help.
Right now, she needs space. I am unable forbidden from giving her comfort.
I’m praying God will pick her up and carry her quickly to safety.
“The one who is meant for you encourages you to be your best, but still loves and accepts you at your worst.”
My Bride has been there for me through everything. From successes to the depths of depression. That woman will now receive the same from me.
Baby Doll, I’ve got your back. You are going to make it through.
